( In which the cavalry may not strictly be authorised to charge. )

First, they’re going to ask for trouble ( Read more... )

Telrim Four-Two-One-Nine: former scout, trained soldier, smuggler with a cause. She’s done her time in each of the main host species and now she’s stuck with human for the foreseeable future. Not that she minds too much - the senses are excellent, the experience is novel, and she gets to indulge her curiosity about an alien world. Nowadays her ( Read more... )

( To touch a world beyond yourself... )

Notes: Prompt index here.

( Hunting in alien territory... )

((Also available in Niss-o-vision.))

( She'd forgotten not to question why... )

Weeks into deep space (from a human perspective), Telrim doesn’t have her usual locations to work from. Instead she’s hanging around in one of the lesser-used storage bays of Visser Twenty-eight’s ship, using the lone computer console to catch up on some work. Actually, she’s trying to decide how to word ‘injuries sustained from pilot's digestive ( Read more... )

( Belated background to Telrim's last Nexus question. )

[It took quite a long time to set up this secure contact line, one that can’t be traced - perhaps not even identified - by, say, any prying Andalites. But it’s here now.

Drop a message here for Telrim - or Natasha - by whichever name you know them, and they’ll get back to you. Well. One of them certainly will.]

( The secrecy does nothing! )